Coming Up For Air

Well the ordeal is over, verdict in... we are losing the Dog Park as it presently is and getting a shrunken, diminished and fenced version instead. Government at its best! Our voice made no difference in their tank-like determination to plow through their plan from the get-go. What a loss for canines and humans alike. Barring an administrative miracle, my "Happy Dog Off-Leash Adventures" will be history come the turn of the year. But, with effervescent tenacity, we will keep adventuring until they cuff and leash us into submission. I'm told that they have wifi coverage in the county jail, so perhaps our correspondence via blog can continue!

Genuine tears and sarcasm aside, this whole season of "social action" has been an enlightening experience for me. Don't ask me why, with all the blatant injustices in the world, this one swept me into action. "Dogs' rights!" Not exactly at the top of God's eternal issues to address. Yet it possessed me these past 6 months. Just ask my husband Ed. Though supportive, I'm sure he was ready to take me to the pound and put me up for adoption! I couldn't exactly blame him for all the yapping and howling I have done in his ear, on paper to the powers that be and to friends who innocently ask me how things are going. Anything and everything launches a diatribe on the evils of government and their indifference to our needs and issues. I am scheduling a total body waxing to rid myself of all the werewolf fur I have forged in the fray of the struggle.

So where does this leave my blog? Well, luckily I brainstormed a whole page of possible entries before I became obsessed with saving the Dog Park, so hopefully my brain will be able to detox enough to write something fun, enlightening and spiritually edifying. Stick around. I promise life lessons will be worth drooling over in the weeks and months to come. As for now, the main lesson learned from this ordeal is that even if you go into something, knowing there is barely a shot in hell to succeed at it, the real success is that you went anyway. You rode the wave of your convictions with passion and abandon. The outcome wasn't as soul-defining as was the process of giving it your all. My dogs didn't see the stack of letters I wrote, or the hours I spent on the phone, or the ink cartridges I blew through printing copies to hand out to impassion other people to action, but I know they sense my commitment to them. They express their thankfulness as only dogs have the freedom to do! That's the freedom I was fighting for!